The Final Pose

The last student had left twenty minutes ago, but Maya was still here. I knew because I'd been sitting on my mat in the back corner, pretending to stretch, watching her roll up the purple mats one by one in the dim studio light. Her black leggings hugged every curve, and her sports bra left nothing to the imagination under that loose tank top.

She caught me staring.

"Liam." Her voice was soft, amused. "Class ended."

"I know." I stood up, my heart hammering. "I wanted to ask you something."

She tilted her head, a strand of dark hair falling across her cheek. "Ask."

"Are you seeing anyone?"

The silence stretched. She dropped the mat she was holding and walked toward me, barefoot on the hardwood floor. "That's what you stayed for?"

"I've been coming to your class for three months." I stepped closer. "You know I'm not here for the downward dog."

A smile played at her lips. "You're pretty good at it though."

"I had a good teacher."

She was close enough now that I could smell her — coconut and sweat and something floral. Her eyes traveled down my body, slow, deliberate.

"You're tense," she said. "Your shoulders are all bunched up."

"I know."

"I could fix that."

My cock twitched in my shorts. "Yeah?"

She reached out and pushed my chest gently, guiding me backward until my legs hit the wall. "Lean back."

I did. She stepped into my space, her hands finding my shoulders, thumbs pressing into the muscle. I groaned.

"That's the spot."

"Shh." Her breath was warm on my neck. "The janitor might hear."

Her fingers worked my shoulders, sliding under the straps of my tank top. I could feel her breasts brushing against my chest, and my hands found her hips, pulling her closer.

"You're wearing too many clothes," she whispered.

"Then take them off."

She pulled my tank top over my head, her nails scraping down my chest. I watched her eyes go dark as she looked at me, and then her mouth was on mine, hot and hungry, her tongue sliding against my lips.

I fumbled with the knot of her sports bra, and she laughed against my mouth.

"Clumsy."

"Shut up."

I got it undone. The bra fell to the floor, and her tits were perfect — full and round, nipples hard. I cupped them, thumbs circling, and she moaned into my mouth.

"Touch me," she breathed. "Please."

My hand slid down her stomach, under the waistband of her leggings. She was soaked, the fabric damp against my fingers.

"Fuck, Maya."

"Pull them down."

I did. She stepped out of them, kicking them aside, standing naked in front of me in the empty studio. The light from the streetlamp outside painted her in gold.

"Your turn."

I dropped my shorts. My cock stood hard and thick, and she wrapped her hand around it, stroking slow.

"God, you're beautiful," I said.

She smiled. "Save the poetry for later."

She turned around and bent over the stack of rolled-up mats, her ass in the air, her pussy glistening. "I want you from behind."

I didn't need to be told twice. I stepped up behind her, my hands on her hips, and guided my cock to her entrance. She was so wet that I slid in with one smooth push.

"Oh fuck," she gasped.

I held still for a second, letting her adjust, feeling her tight heat around me.

"Move," she said. "Please."

I started slow, pulling almost all the way out before pushing back in, watching my cock disappear into her. She was moaning, her head down, her hands gripping the mats.

"Harder."

I fucked her harder. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room, wet and raw. Her moans got louder, and I reached around to find her clit, rubbing in circles.

"I'm close," she said, her voice breaking.

"Look at me."

She turned her head, her eyes half-lidded, her mouth open. I kept fucking her, kept rubbing her clit, and when she came, she cried out, her body shuddering, her pussy clenching around my cock.

I kept going, riding her through it, and then I was close too.

"Where do you want it?"

"Inside," she said. "I want to feel you."

I came hard, my hips slamming against hers, my cum spilling deep inside her. I stayed there for a moment, both of us breathing hard, sweat dripping down my back.

She laughed, a low, satisfied sound.

"What?" I asked.

"That was not how I expected my evening to go."

I pulled out slowly, and she turned around, still naked, her skin flushed. "Me neither."

She kissed me, soft this time. "Same time next week?"

I grinned. "I'll bring a yoga mat."

She laughed and slapped my chest. "You better."